There's A Pony In There Somewhere
If you are old enough to remember Ronald Reagan’s speeches (and whatever your thoughts of him as a president (no political comments, please, I’ll delete them all) as a speaker Reagan makes the incumbent look boring ) you’ll likely remember this story: It was Reagan’s favorite joke. Worried that their son was too optimistic, the parents of a little boy took him to a psychiatrist. Trying to dampen the boy’s spirits, the psychiatrist showed him into a room piled high with nothing but horse manure. Yet instead of displaying distaste, the little boy clambered to the top of the pile, dropped to all fours, and began digging. “What do you think you’re doing?” the psychiatrist asked. “With all this manure,” the little boy replied, beaming, “there must be a pony in here somewhere.” I also heard this old “chestnut” dozens of time from some of my senior colonel and general officer leadership in the USAF, it certainly predates Reagan (I go back to President Truman, you know). What does the li